Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.